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121b Greensboro



There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides
And never with'ring flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.


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